Lately, I have been really struggling to understand my younger son, Michael. He is all things boy. I am all things girl. He speaks blue. I speak pink. We are made different and those differences have made for a festive puberty transition. In my efforts to understand my son, the way he thinks, the way…
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A few nights ago, sleep almost completely eluded me. I’ve been fighting poison ivy for the better part of three weeks and also made a move to a new state in the midst of it. The steroids and stress finally took their toll on my rest. When I finally caught a few minutes of sleep,…